Petrol Queues Crisis Good Lesson for Brits

Yep, you probably thought the Tory Nasty Party and its apparatchik bureaucrat dogsbodies were about done drubbing the common herd's noses in the shit after 18 months of dystopian Covid-1984 social restrictions, but obviously they ain't done yet – with their titled Environment Minister being of the opinion that the current petrol crisis is a good lesson to jolt, and wake up, Food Bank Britain's dozy public demographic to the urgency of the climate change extinction threat – and abandoning fossil fuels.

Mr Frank Zacharias Robin Goldshit, aka Baron Goldshit of Richmond Park, and a habitué of Worstminster's Upper House of Frauds dosspit – is a haughty personage who describes himself as not only a British politician 'and' a life peer, but also a gutter press hack 'and' (yet again) the Minister of State for the Pacific Ocean and the fucked-up Environment.

No shit, Sherlock – talk about multi-tasking.

For the benefit of those members of the public who scratch their heads at the mention of Lord Goldshit and say 'Who he?'  - Goldshit Junior is the silver spoon-fed wastrel son of arch-scumbag zillionaire financier, Jimmy Goldshit – and half-brother to Princess Diana Spencer – (due Di's Mumsy, Frances Roche Spencer, engaging in a bout of rolling around – naked – 'sexual dalliance' in the crisp fallen leaves of the Sandringham woods with Jimmy 'No Condoms' Goldshit, back in the Autumn of 1960).

In an interview with the Fuckwits Gazette, Lord Goldshit opined that the incessant miles-long queues at petrol stations - an aberrant occurrence purposely – (and with malice aforethought) - sparked due black propaganda press manipulation – and a dearth of cheap labour eastern European tanker drivers to deliver fuel - was a timely wake-up call for the British public viz the need to accelerate the switch to electric vehicles - and dependence on fossil fuels to end.

Yeah right, here we go again - electric cars – just plug the fucker in and away you go – no queuing at gas stations, no smelly carbon monoxide exhaust fumes.

But where the fuck does the electric to charge the cars come from? Onshore / offshore wind farms and horrid hectares of solar panels?

And when de wind don't blow n de sun don't shine - what the fuck then? Back to environmental 'unfriendly' fossil fuels, and relying on the coal fuelled power stations. 

This is, after all, the northern hemisphere island nation of Broken Britain – once described best by a 14^th Century French Dauphin (Battle of Agincourt, 1415 / St Crispin's Day) as 'a land of fog and little sunshine'.